[ It's fucking rude to separate an italian from their coffee though. ]
[ Squalo has just enough time to grin, that unmistakeable manic look in his eye, before their swords meet. He manages to hold onto the cup for the first blow, but it's clear enough he needs to get his shit together when the smaller man near-teleports to the side. ]
[ Focus. Move. ]
[ He leaps backwards, and rather than his jugular, Feitan's strike hits a falling coffee mug. He might splash himself with it, though it's not particularly hot anymore. ]
[ Squalo's using that moment to try and dart behind the other man, too fast for normal eyes, though he's aware he's still some steps behind his opponent in speed. ]
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[ It's fucking rude to separate an italian from their coffee though. ]
[ Squalo has just enough time to grin, that unmistakeable manic look in his eye, before their swords meet. He manages to hold onto the cup for the first blow, but it's clear enough he needs to get his shit together when the smaller man near-teleports to the side. ]
[ Focus. Move. ]
[ He leaps backwards, and rather than his jugular, Feitan's strike hits a falling coffee mug. He might splash himself with it, though it's not particularly hot anymore. ]
[ Squalo's using that moment to try and dart behind the other man, too fast for normal eyes, though he's aware he's still some steps behind his opponent in speed. ]